Sunflower

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Pressed for questions

I watched from afar, my dad bleeding on the cement. I hovered over him trying to get him to wake up, It was like I was watching the memory like a fly on the wall. In the back of the ambulance, I put my hands in my packet turning to walk the other way seeing the ER doors in front of me as I unknowingly pushed them open. I looked up from where my leg bounced violently in the chair. 

For a moment the two very different me's seemed to make eye contact but then was immediately forgotten when Clara and the twins burst through the door. Just as I turned to walk out I looked out the window on the third floor. I cringed at the sound of a heart monitor knowing what was laying right behind me. 

Slowly turning my dad laid lifeless in the bed as I bit my bottom lip seeing me walk in. I put my hand over my eyes put opened them looking around my room. No scream. 

I got up and walked upstairs to my dad's room. My dad was missing from the bed. Concerned I looked around the room for a minute but ultimately found him standing on the balcony looking at the sky. when I opened the balcony door he turned around to look at my breath caught in my throat. I had so much to say. But I didn't say anything. Simply turning around to walk back downstairs. I started crying right after I shut my door behind me. 

As the morning sun finally rose I heard some chatter early, "Why're we up so early?"

"No- More important question; You want to leave them alone together? For that long?"

"It'll be fine. They won't kill each other." 

The door closed upstairs and I got up seeing what the commotion was. The twins and mom were gone. I heard the stairs creaking behind me as I saw my dad, "You hungry?" 

I didn't answer him and walked back to my room. Not 30 minutes later he opened my bedroom door placing a plate on my desk, "I get it your not talking to me, but at least eat." 

Once he was gone I stood up looking at the plate, two golden chocolate chip pancakes. 

Damn, he's good. 

I scarfed the pancakes down after skipping dinner last night before dropping the plate in the sink, "Hey," My dad said trapping me in the kitchen, "I need to talk to you." 

"Too bad, I don't wanna talk to you."

I pushed past him, "I knew you were with Jax... before yesterday." 

I stopped slowly turning around, "What?" 

"I've known... since the first night you stayed over at his house. Things with this Mary person didn't add up. So I followed your phone." 

"Why're you stocking me?" 

"I actually wasn't till I got home to Reyes worrying about you that I started worrying about you. Coco, why didn't you just tell me?" 

"Why didn't I just tell you?" I echoed, "Do you see what you did when you finally found out? Why would I want to rush that process?!" 

"Kova, I gave you multiple chances to tell me. After you went to that Dinner with Kogin, and after you couldn't sleep from the school shooting... I gave you so many chances to tell me. Where in the line did your trust for me break? I use to know everything about you Coco. But lately if feels like I barely know my own daughter." 

"And whose fault would that be?" 

"Coco... I'm trying okay?"

"Trying? You nearly beat my boyfriend to death!" 

"Kova, you were dating a rapist!"

"Were? So what you're making my decisions for me now?"

"Yeah! I am your father!"